Best Twee Poems


Ewmer and Bugs Paint the Town Wed

Got home awound twee (I was dwunk as a wouse)
Awose pwomptly at six wit' dwy cotton-mouth
I knew wather soon my day was gonna' bwow
When I stwuggled outta' bed and stubbed my wight toe
Fwopped back on the mattwess cwying and twitchin' 
Staggoid back up and wimped to the kitchen
Stumbled to the counter to bwew Folger's bwend
Spiwwed it down my Hanes and boint my widdle fwend
Hobbled to the bathwoom to wustle up some Tums
Twipped on my fwip-fwop and bwuised my weft bun

Should not have cawoused wit' owe Bugsey wast night
Now my head hoits and de wight is too bwight
If I had not dwunk gin for my mowale booster
I coulda' swept in trew 'dat wascally wooster

(Don't feel wike wunning dat siwwy wat-wace
Tink I might caw in sick at the Woony-Tune pwace)

Premium Member Sentimentality

Oh the humanity 
the humanity 

Oh spare me the grief 
thy fake tears 
woe is me, mentality 
syrupy behaviour 
Munchausen propensity 
it sticks between my teeth 

Oh spare me the pathos
ham acting baloney
Phoney and pathetic 
pennyroyal tea fatigue 
Histrionic vagaries
self righteous piety

Oh spare me the maudlin 
attention seeking thievery 
Drowning in poignancy 
sentimental molasses 
Throw yourself to the floor 
overdosing in twee

Oh spare me forever 
stomach churning violins
emotional instability 
Wallowing in saccharine
exaggerated sob stories
But most of all 
the absence of apology 


Sentimentality Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
25/05/22

Twee Twee, Twi Twiti Twi

Twee…Twee,
Twi…twiti…twi;
We are birdie sing a song,
wake up Sun,
It’s time to work;
Ghosty night gone,
was past,
Now in bright side of life;
‘O’ my Sun give us warmth,
Glisten us with your ignis;
Twee…Twee,
Twi…twiti…twi;
Florets they bloom,
Wet in ravishing dew,
Strewing tipsy scent;
Wavy breeze cooling us,
We flutter dance;
Its a time beak to beak,
We are birdie sing a song,                        
Twee…Twee,
Twi…twiti…twi;
 
© Sadashivan Nair?


To Yoda An Ode Contest

The man looked at his twinkle
Shucks what's become of me
I used to rise and shine
Now all i do is pee

Yoda said, "Size doesn't matter
Saying take a look at me
I have  the force behind me"
But still  I am so twee

"Come close and feel the force
Around us, you and me".
"Everywhere the fire" Said I
Looking down hopefully

Guess it hasn't reached that far
Will stoke the burners well
"Do or do not, there is no try"
Are the words that Yoda tells

So next time when in the loo
Trying to raise a smile
Remembering what yoda has 
I outdo him by a mile.

Baby-Talk Learning To Climb

da big puppee wun away twees                                                                                        ma ma get foe mee peese                                                                                               we no do that baby go bye bye                                                                                  hims bad bo-bo dats gweezwy                                                                                   dada whaauh maa maa say no doggie wiee                                                              where him go dolly dat wayee                                                                                   waite hunnie hunnie nooowaa                                                                                       mawmie wiee daddie in twee
© John Beam  Create an image from this poem.

Where's the Juice

So you think you are a poet,
but your work, it don’t show it

Lots of Yeats and Shakespeare 
rip offs; Wordsworth aped, many 
spin-offs

Puerile nonsense, bibs and bows,
weep for me, and wipe my nose

“I’m an expert,”  what a laugh!
why’d you write such utter chaff!

Hymns and sermons in profusion,
writ with gnostic’s odd confusion

But where’s “the juice,”the meat 
and gravy? Please no more on
curls and baby

Writing poetry is a thrill, not twee 
lines to make one ill; so why not 
pen about real life; hearts, emotions,
hormones, strife?


(With apologies to the late Charles Bukowski )


Verdwyn

Verdwyn 

Gespruit en toe vergete met gewete van papier
Besluit te neem om als te los wat hierso agter bly
Eers drie; toe een; toe twee; toe vier
Die som van toekomsblik vir jou - maar eerder meer vir my 

Die aand was koud en hunkring sterk sou waardes my verpas
Uitnodigend - en kort voor lank was jy my warm jas
Maar soos ‘n fondament bly ek die een wat agterbly
Ek doen en werk verwagtend want die vrug het my verly

As steunpilaar vir jare nog, sou ek die las moes dra
Vergete hoe die woeker-nag my meer as dit sou vra
Ons oes is nou die vrugte van die saad van liefdesdaad
Jou jas in my kas wil nie meer pas – ‘n las bly inderdaad 

Eers twee, toe vier; toe drie dan een 
Jou beurt die anker rol te speel, wyl ek die winter nag alleen
tot in die lente steeds sal wees – al is die kinders ook by my
Groei my enigheid tot bo, waar die Wysheid met sy hulp my lei.

Imogene

Imogene 

Imogene, 
     where are you sleeping? 
Perhaps I should 
     ask no more, 
I'll concern myself 
     with nothing 
And nothing 
     I am grateful for. 
I imagine you 
     knitting smiles
Out of the threads 
     of what we were,
Perhaps, one day, 
     I'll wear the gown 
And your nakedness 
     will be in there.
Imogene, do you, too, 
     think of me? 
Maybe your thoughts 
     are too pure, 
Willingly 
     I would have loved you 
If it were not for the 
     jealousy I endure.
I remember 
     how you kissed me 
Upon my 
     lovelorn brow, 
Perhaps, in time, 
     that love will die
And to your memory 
     I will then bow. 
Imogene, can you ever 
     love me again? 
Damn! This is not 
     how's it's meant to be, 
My sentiments 
     have become poetic,
If not, 
     a little twee.
I will despise you today 
     as my nemesis 
In my futile attempt 
     at sorrow, 
Yet, wherever 
     you are sleeping 
I will love you 
     again tomorrow.

Other Worlds

"Other Worlds"



Drifting through 
my mind once 
Apollonian 
 
I am enticed 
by the larger 
Dionysus 

I am 
a very small creature
twee, so

point.on.the.delivery

irrelevant 
a novel conundrum
where? the exact position to place?

like a hummingbird with 
fast beating wings 
violently violet and honeydew beak

singing towards
The Fields of Elysian
All that IS

I am
Recklessly Unknown
blending into the middle path

no standout
I am now 
Divine

Other Worlds 
beckon me 

For what Was
is not Now and
never was sanctuary

I am beguiled
through an 
opening mind

Inwards hooked
the magnet tugs relentlessly
at my free willed warm tides

I leave behind
without a care
the wasted -

those living in 
the broken shards
of my frozen memories 

they are all submerging 

Tied up in sheets
the weight of senseless stories 
throughout the years, sink rapidly

they bare me no life essence, they are
wrapped around the fast falling 
anchor of acquiescence 

They will rust and perish
in the forgotten 
lost chronicles of time

A past and irredeemable future 
dissolving, fizzing like a soluble drug
the tincture swallowed 

In one breath gone
Now 
emerges 

a sharp escape 
I am all butter soft 
and melting 

safe and aeons 
away 



(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
gvlm/llb




Bassnectar & Dorfex Bos - Other Worlds  [Reflective Part 2]
https://youtu.be/q_hBf1ghAGE










https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elysium 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Apollonian_and_Dionysian

Twintig Tien Tot Nou

Twintig tien tot nou

So vinnig soos jy inwurm… in troosprys vlees-genot
..en dink dat dit so lank sal hou; Pasop vir toekoms lot!
En as ek dan verkeerd mag wees – bewys dit dat jy het 
presies gedoen wat ek kon sien; Die fout was niè ons bed!

As ek die feite reg verstaan; en my gedagtes dwaal
na daardie tyd toe hy besluit; my by my werk kom haal – 
en  saam met ons… aan tafel sit – selfs oorslaap vir die nag…
Die legkaartstuk ontbloot aan my…: dat jy hom toè al smag!

En effens met die tyd verloop; steeds in ons ou verhaal.
(Dit was daai aand wat èk weg was) jou skandes jou inhaal.
Gesê dat dit ‘n hoorsê was…; jy hom nie aan wou raak…
Twee jaar later, facebook wys…, jul foto amper naak!

Nou sê jy my dat ek verbrou en jou wou agterlaat?
Terwyl die laaste legkaartstuk jou sondes teen my haat
wil ek probeer om aan te gaan…; my lewe op te bou
in plaas daarvan om blindelings my drang te onderhou.

Ek draai my rug finaal op jou, maak jy maar soos jy moet.
Mag hy jou gelukkig maak. Mag jy hom alles gee.
Ek was my hand onskuldig met -  my vredevol’ gemoed
terwyl ek dan die laaste traan…; hier van my wang af vee.

Distressing Poetry

Muscles ache and backbones creak
New things bought become antique
Metals tarnish, plaster cracks
Paintings fade, their colour lacks
Rocks erode and woodcraft weathers
As does brick and hands and leather

So can't this work on poetry?
A problem for a bard trainee
I've read - I've learnt - my knowledge thin
My writing's young - how do I win?
Shift new to old - you'll never guess
To age my words - my verse distress

Change you to thou or thee or thy
Kick in wherefore instead of why
From shall to shalt and does to dost
And will to wilt to age adjust
Nay here and there but hither thither
Dally, tarry 'stead of dither

On some occasions add an "e"
Ye olde shoppe - example twee
Prithee sprinkle -eth or -est
To bringeth years I thinkest best
Methinks this mayst not spake the truth
Nor verily nor so forsooth

Perchance deceipt myself become
To transform words is rather rum
To scribe like quothed by Will Shakespeare
Tis most corrupt - a thin veneer
And so anon I stop this verse
Afore olde English gets much worse


Entry to contest "Old Jewelry or Just Old Things or Old, Old Poems"
Written 2nd November 2016 or hundreds of years ago?

A Slave To Love

They tell me I’m obsessed with you.
That makes it sound like something bad--
As if breathing were some twee fetish for oxygen,
Or eating, an unwholesome food-fixation.

Can being compelled by bonds so sweet be wrong,
Or happiness be held a noisome thing?
If this is slavery, then joy must be my chains,
My manacles your gentle smile, your kiss.

We gladly bend our necks to yokes so fair
When favored with the servitude of love! 

July 2, 2019

This little poem was written for the "Slave to love" contest, but was not considered good enough to place. Ah, well, chacun a son gout, I guess.  I must confess I am pleased with it, notwithstanding.

Daffodils At Easter

I remember one special Easter like it were only yesterday:
the vet gave us miraculous drugs for our ailing boy*
(we’d feared he’d have to be put down without delay);
he sat by the golden daffodils in our garden - sorry to employ
such twee imagery, but it looked like they were trumpeting with joy.

*Our first dog, Paddy, who had another quality year of life

Jack Horne, 1st March for Francine’s Daffodils contest
© Jack Horne  Create an image from this poem.

L,N,W

Little Naughty Wabbit.

Mummy there's a wabbit in the garden
says Charlie whose just three.
Mummy there's a wabbit in the garden
has he come to play with me?

Mummy can you see the wabbit?
He's in the garden by the twee
I think the wabbit's waiting
and wants to play with me.

Oh! Charlie that little rabbit you see there
by that tree has escaped from next doors garden
through the hedgerow, can you see?
He's a naughty little rabbit
and we need to take him back.

That naughty little rabbit belongs to little Jack.
Mummy can I have  wabbit for my very own and
when he goes into Jacks garden then Jack can bring
him home, because he'll be my little wabbit.
A little wabbit of my own.

Sprake Vs Skrywe

Sprake vs Skrywe

‘n Geskrewe woord kan nie vergaan, sal altyd sigbaar bly.
Maar hy wat nou die woord kan hoor, kan waarneem wat jy voel.
Die letter deur die oog gesien kry later eers sy doel.
Waar mondelings gesprekke vloei - sal die siel sy pasmaat kry

Want onpersoonlik koud en kul is woorde op papier:
Geen oogkontak, geen liggaamstaal, slegs twee-dimensioneel
Te maklik om dit uit te laat en te vinnig om te deel
word srywe, e-pos, SMS gesels se nuutste gier

Waar ons verbale wisselwerk die wonder laat gebeur
Groei siel-tot-siel uit mond-tot-mond; ‘n Liefde kan nou bot…
Want in die begin was daar die Woord, en Hy was self ook God
Teenwordig in ons kuiertjie kan Hy ons woord verwerp of  keur

Slegs dan is dit wat binne in die siel en hart aangaan
Gelyk in tempo, en in pas, met die woorde van jou maat.
Want dialoog is almal s’n, en almal kan dit praat
Maar ‘n warm woord van jou na my – Maak dat ek jou verstaan

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